#and she'd see straight through him and make him feel naked and raw and at the end she'd hug him goodbye and kiss him on the forehead

[genderqueerpond]

amyeleven fivenyssa crossover

[browneyedbeauty03]

Lions and Sheep

The sun was slowly beginning to emerge through leftover clouds from the night before. The sphere of light hung like a dollop of molasses in the sky, branching out into wistful tendrils of pink. All that was underneath was bathed in a rosy golden hue, and Shay gazed out over the balcony at the unfamiliar city underneath, for a brief moment, seriously contemplating the idea of jumping. She grabbed the ledge, squeezing her darkly smudged eyes shut. She hadn't removed her makeup the night before - her hands had been . . . indisposed. The bruises that circled her wrists peeked from underneath the luxurious material of the feathery hotel robe, giving her butterflies in spite of her foul mood.

She was oblivious to the fact that the object of her affection,Roman Roy, had quietly joined her in her moment of private misery. 

His eyes quickly found the evidence of how he had used the tie he now wore around his neck as a way to restrain her, wondering if he had went too far, for she'd been inspecting the marks upon his silent arrival. He'd had fun testing his boundaries, enjoyed playing with someone who allowed him to explore what really turned him on. It felt like a gold medal rested upon his chest, and he realized this was how it felt to be the boss of something, or rather, someone.

So, why did it feel as if she wanted to take flight like a bird straight off of that balcony and out of his life? Was the cage he kept her in not grand enough to suit her? Not filled with enough trinkets to keep her attention? And, when he felt something slipping away, he had the tendency to hold on far too tight.

 Clearing his throat, Roman stepped forward, abruptly wrapping his arms around her waist as if to keep her held firmly in place.

You're not going anywhere.

His lips found her neck, murmuring her name against her own skin. A strangled groan tumbled from his marbled lips when his fingers found her chilled flesh between the part in her robe. Roman's palm flattened against her belly, traveling upward to meet the ripe curvature of her nearly exposed breast.

Though she could feel the evidence of his arousal grinding against her ass, she simply could not help the overwhelming melancholy that plagued her heart.

Shay was a secret, a shame to the great Roman Roy and his family. Tears pooled in her dark eyes as she let out a light whimper meant especially for him to hear.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Roman questioned, the affection in his voice contrasting heavily with his word choice. How could she possibly be upset over anything after the night of raw fucking they had shared?

She spun around, fury in her eyes. Roman took a step backwards eyebrows raising with a mix of amusement and apprehension. It was almost like waiting for a bomb to go off - he rather enjoyed the explosion, the fire. But, the casualties after the fun could be a fucking pain in the ass.

She stammered for a moment as she struggled to find her words. Her cheeks flushed, the color of pretty little peaches, and Roman found himself smirking at her obviously flustered state. However, his sunken sooty eyes did not remain fixated on her face for long. Hungrily his gaze romed downward to trail over her nearly naked body. He practically drooled with a peek at her creamy little slit that he feasted upon the night before. He had licked and sucked until she screamed for Mercy. Post orgasm torture - Roman's favorite.

Shay indignantly scoffed, stamping her foot like a petulant child and pulling her robe closed. 

Thus, Roman was brought back to reality, anticipating the tantrum he would surely be on the receiving end of. He glanced down at his watch in fleeting annoyance as if to say "can we get this over with already?"

"I'm not going to ask you again - what the fuck is your problem?"

She knew that he knew his choice of words only infuriated her further, and she couldn't help but wonder if he enjoyed making her angry.

If she'd asked, he would have simply told her the answer was yes.

She took a step forward, eyes turning to slits as the tears threatened to spill over. Roman had wanted her to keep him company while on a business venture with his family. She had happily agreed, not knowing that she would have to fly in by herself, separate from The Little Prince and his family of royalty. She had the sneaking suspicion she would be hidden away in the hotel room for the duration of her stay, leaving her feeling very fucked in more than one way.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" she demanded, staring him dead in the eyes. "A little poor girl that you met half drunk in a bar—you'll fuck me into the headboard but you wouldn't be caught dead with me in front of your family." Her words hung like a cloud of poison in the air, and Roman longed to taste the venom on her tongue.

"Though you be but from sheep, you roar like a lion."

Roman had expected his words to have a flattering impact, but her tiny, balled fists met the center of his chest in defiance as she attempted to push past him back into the hotel room.

"You are married," he said, his voice hushed. "and before I introduce you to the pack of wolves, we kind of need to get you out of that," he spat, his voice mocking as if he were explaining something to an ornery child.

"You know what you are, Roman?" she seethed, fury mounting inside her. He damn well knew she didn't want to be married, and would rather slit her own wrists then return back to the abusive man she was shackled to.  

"You're a filthy little slime puppy."

"Oh yeah?" His eyes darkened with lust. He was fucked up, his dick hard as a rock each time she insulted him like that.

"Yeah," she growled the tip of her nose brushing against his own. "You think you can keep this a secret until you figure out what to do about my husband?"

He gulped, hands meeting the top of her robe in order to expose the balls of her dainty shoulders. However she pushed him backward, pearly teeth bared in frustration as he stumbled into the wall. 

"What are you going to do when the paparazzi snaps a picture of you balls deep inside me and plasters it on the evening news?"

"Fuck," Roman groaned, precum beading on the tip of his dick. Unable to control himself, and very horny at the idea of being caught in such a scandalous way, he pulled at the tie of her robe, shoving the garment off of her body in spite of her meek squeals of protest.

He captured her lips in an aggressive kiss, and finally they parted, her wet tongue rubbing against his own as she purred like a kitty cat into his mouth. Rather abruptly, Roman broke away. His jaw clenched before he spoke.

"You think I'm ashamed of you?"

Hesitantly, she nodded.

Romans lips turned upward into a mischievous grin as he guided her backward until her bare ass collided with the balcony railing. He stalked her like a predator stalks its prey, downturned eyes sizzling with cruel yet sweet intentions. His hands bruised into her hips and used them as handles in order to spin her around so she was once again looking down upon a city that was slowly starting to come to life.

She heard the slapping of his leather belt as he hastily unfastened it, the unzipping of his trousers causing her to moan in anticipation.

"I'll fuck you right here - in front of the whole goddamn city, and guess what?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, nipples hardening as she took the bait. "What?"

"I fucking hope we get caught." 

And with that, Roman pushed the full length of his throbbing cock inside of her milky cunt, her pornographic moans and his strangled grunts of satisfaction intermingling as one.

"I wanna cream your little cunt full," Roman breathed, rutting deeper inside of her, juicing her out until she had stained the crotch of his fancy black trousers.

Her eyes flashed open, tits bouncing as she fleetingly observed a sleek black limo pull up beside the hotel entrance underneath them.

"Are you supposed to meet with your father?"she asked in a whine, and Roman's fingers mercilessly fiddled her clit back and forth, causing her to arch her ass upward as she neared her orgasm.

"Yeah," he panted, the vein of his cock pulsating against the tight walls of her young, fertile pussy.

She felt her clit harden between his fingers, her bare toes curling atop his designer shoes.

"What if he could see you now?"

When the statement fell from her lips, a series of curse words spewed from between Roman's clenched teeth as his balls tightened in filthy pleasure at the  mere thought. He toyed her clit faster, harder, his thrusts becoming sloppy as she painted his shaft in cum. Then, without warning or permission, he marked the inside of her cunt with thick ropes of hot cum, pushing himself so deep that he was sure her ripe ovaries were coated in a bountiful layer of his semen.

What better way to introduce his lover than to impregnate her with his royal Roy seed? He thought as three timed knocks cascaded from the other side of their hotel room door.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 44) "Don't Talk Shit Around Nix."

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

"Who EVEN is she though?? I mean, WHAT is this? She's this underground thing and in a week she's everywhere? With everyone? Like she's the new coming of Diddy. Featuring people all up in her video. Singing with MGK on stage. She's nothing without these people."

It's Monday morning in NY and BeBe Rexah is rattling off to Charlemagne on The Breakfast Club.

Nikki Minaj is sitting next to her, on her phone, sending out a text to Luna before she speaks. "Hold up. Hold up. Hold up." She starts, waving a long, hot pink, manicured finger in the air. NY accent THICK. "I know you ain't tawking bout That Brooklyn Bitch needing people." Nikki laughs as she leans back and glares at BeBe, arms crossed.

"I am. Who the fuck is she without them?" She cocks her head at Nikki.

Charlemagne is watching the women.

"Yous a dumb hoe." She clicks her nails at her. "How da fuck you gonna be from BROOKLYN, or even in da music industry and not know who da fuck she is?" Nikki looks over at Charlemagne, appalled. "What they say, Char?" She asks him.

Charlemagne laughs, reciting with Nikki.

"You ain't shit until you been shot by a LunaTic."

She points in his direction, sucking her teeth. "Word. You know what it is." She then looks BeBe up and down, with pursed lips, saying "Obviously YOU don't and ain't shit, you..." She stops herself. "You know what. Link me up real quick. You wanna know about That Bitch. Imma call That Bitch." She hands her phone to Charlemagne.

He takes it leerily "She gonna be HOT, Nikki." He tells her.

Nikki shrugs knowing Luna. "You know she'd be hotter wit somebody speaking on her name."

"Wait, wait, wait!!" BeBe interrupts "You're calling her?"

"YUP." Nikki pops her lips, irritated as she sits back in her chair again.

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It's 7A in LA when Luna's phone rings.

"It is early as fuck, Nix. What's going on?" Nikki is going off on the other line. Sleepy and confused, Luna asks "BeBe who?"

Colson pops his head up, her phone had woken him up too. They're both on their stomachs, but she's facing away. He nudges her so she'll look at him. "Bleta." He says with half open eyes.

She gives him a look of 'What the Fuck?'

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Luna answers the phone thinking she's only talking to Nikki as she starts in, hype. "Yo, Loons!! There's this chick, BeBe Rexha, runnin' her mouf bout you, tryin' to be all Sug Knight, comparing you to Diddy and shit."

"BeBe who?" She groans. Looking at Colson, it clicks to her annoyance.

"Morning, Bitch. Nikki forgot to tell you you're On Air" Charlemagne chimes in.

"NIIKKII!! Seriously!?" Luna asks, recognizing Charlemagne's voice immediately. Rolling over quickly onto her back, whacking her shoulder into Colson, both of them jerk from it as she sits straight up. "It's 7A!! Why am I On Air???" She groans again. This time in pain.

In the studio, Charlemagne gives Nikki an 'I told you so' look to which she flips him the middle finger. "Because Loons, this bitch got questions and wanna run her mouf..."

"I'm not running my mouth. I just said she popped..." BeBe interrupts Nikki.

"BITCH!! You is too!!" Nikki snaps.

"This can't be fucking happening. How is this ShitShow my fucking life." Luna thinks to herself in disbelief. Rubbing her face, she looks over at Colson. Making a decision.

"YO." Luna interrupts them both. "Chill. Charlemagne, you got it, My Dude. Official statement. Yes. That Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly are EXCLUSIVELY" She looks over at Colson again. He kisses her elbow. "Dating. Each other. And only each other."

Nikki let's out a whoop and a clap.

"Shut up, Nix." Luna laughs continuing more seriously "Bleta. I don't know you. I don't speak on you. BUT, you know, that you been known. He told you. Respect that. And keep my names out cha mouth."

BeBe starts in but Luna interrupts her.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it." She stops the stranger before continuing. "Char, since you got the official word... Y'all listening out there, check out Nightmare, it's fighting for our rights as women. Bad Things, banging a little love story. Both are streaming now. MGK, Hotel Diablo drops July 5th. Make sure you check that out. It's gnarly as hell..... Nix call me when you're done. Char always a pleasure. Bleta..... Take care. See you guys." Luna hangs up without waiting for any responses.

Charlemagne and Nikki laugh knowing Luna all too well. "I think that's the first time she's ever been on here." He says to Nikki.

"Probably. You know she don't roll like dat."

BeBe sits silently. Pissed as hell. Deciding she wants THAT song.

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Walking out of the studio, Nikki calls Luna. She's not surprised when she doesn't answer, it's still early for her friend. Nikki had met Luna years ago back in Manhattan. Rapping on the corner across from The Apollo, she had caught Luna's ear and eye. Finding the woman mesmerizing, Luna started to shoot her. Nikki got pissed, causing an all out brawl between Luna and herself right in the middle of West 125th. Nikki breaking Luna's camera and busting her bottom lip WIDE open. Luna breaking Nikki's nose in return. Luna left, spitting blood, stating Nikki would regret her actions. Nikki blew the tiny white girl off. Later, they had found themselves both in Queens General, waiting for their injuries to be treated. After mean mugging each other for a bit. Nikki asked her why she was taking her picture anyway. Luna had told her that it was because Nikki was really good at her craft and she wanted to capture her still raw before she broke into the world. That she had thought it was a beautiful moment. Until Nikki had been a cunt. That broke the ice. Nikki moved to sit next to Luna as they continued waiting, loving her candor and unflinching hardness. Talking about music and life. Creating a friendship. They had walked home together sharing a blunt. Both laughing at Luna struggling with the 7 stitches in her lip. She has a scar to this day and Nikki regrets wrecking the photo.

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Still sitting up, Luna looks at Colson.

"What the fuck was THAT?" He asks, passing her the joint he has lit. She shrugs her shoulder, putting her arms out like 'I don't know'.

Taking it from him, she lays back on the bed beside him to enjoy it. Sighing, she really doesn't know. "We're gonna have to pull it up later. Nix was on The Breakfast Club and so was Bleta? BeBe? Whatever the fuck her name is...I don't know. Nix said she was talking shit. You heard what I said." She hits the joint again.

He laughs "Yeah, free, killer fucking plugs. For someone on an independent lable, you sure as fuck know how to promote, Kitten." He laughs again, rolling over to kiss her.

"You're welcome." She teases, passing him the joint.

"Thank you." He's still laughing, looking over at Luna. She's staring off. "Hey, she's just mad....." He tells her softly, still smoking the joint.

"She can be mad. She can also keep my name outta her fucking mouth." She says kissing Colson.

It's not even 8A and they were up late as usual. She pops 2 percs. He puts the joint out. Climbing into him, he kisses her head.

"You outed us on The Breakfast Club." He chuckles.

"I knoooowwww." She whines into his neck before they both drift off to sleep.

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Luna wakes back up, buried underneath Colson's naked body. Wiggling her ass into him, she stretches. He stirs in her hair, moaning her name. She wakes him up further, rubbing her soft feet along his legs, feeling his dick start to grow hard against her. She reaches for him, stroking it firmly as he slides his finger inside of her.

"You're always so wet."

He moans into her ear. His finger making her wetter. He slides into her from behind, lazily laying on his right side. He pulls her into him by the hips.

A moan escapes as she feels him fully enter her. He reaches around, playing with her tits and piercings as she slowly shifts back and forth on his dick.

"You feel so fucking good." She tells him as he slides his right hand under her and around her throat, pushing himself into her harder. She props up on her right side slightly to give herself more leverage as she slides along him harder.

Holding her by one hip and her throat. Colson is pumping into her faster, getting ready to cum. He stops suddenly, deep inside of her. He holds her tightly in place as he feels her body quiver and cum from his girth.

"Oh FUCK, Colson." She moans. With her body shaking in his arms, he gives her a few more deep thrusts before cumming hard. They lay there, wrapped in each other, tingly and sweaty. He kisses the back of her neck. "I love you, Kitten."

Sighing happily, she replies "I love you too, Bunny."

He slides out of her and the bed to find a joint before they take a shower.

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Colson's in the kitchen with Slim and Rook. Luna hasn't made it down stairs yet. "This cunt is FUCKING retarded!!" He says in amazement, opening his Insta. The first post is by BeBe Rexha. It's an old selfie of them. The caption under reads:

To the hardest working man in the industry. You do everything, Boo. Couldn't be more proud. You'll always be my #MCM 💕

"Yoooo... LunaTic is gonna SNAP." Slim says, agreeing with Colson that this girl has to be slow.

"Why would she do that?" Rook asks.

"I don't know." Colson responds, running his hands through his hair "There was some big thing between her and Nikki on The Breakfast Club this morning. It was so bad Nikki put Luna On-Air without her knowing."

"WHAAAAT!??" Slim is shocked.

Colson puts his face in his hands. "Bleta's jealous and taking it too far. Luna's gonna fucking kill somebody when she sees this." He says.

"I already fucking seen it." Luna says walking into the kitchen. She walks over to grab a cup of coffee.

"You ok?" Colson asks her. She has on a long green, army style jacket. She holds her arms out straight, the back of it stating 'I HATE EVERYONE" making Colson laugh.

"Am I in that group?" He asks as she climbs into his lap.

"Nooooo...." She sighs, "I'm just tired and hate the world." She looks down at Colson's phone on the table, seeing the post again. "This girl is dumb. Like, so dumb, I'm not even mad at her." She rolls her eyes as she lights a joint.

Rook and Slim agree in unison.

Knowing she doesn't have an Instagram, Colson asks how she saw it.

She shows him her phone. There's texts and copies of the post from Nikki, Ashley and Bella. She hadn't responded.

"Your bitches don't play!" He laughs.

"Nope." She replies kissing him. She then asks "Can we turn The World OFF today and do something fun?" Overwhelmed by all of the exposure.

Kissing her back with a smile, he tells her "Absolutely." An excited Rook bounces around the kitchen asking what they're gonna do.

"Vegas?" Luna asks.

"I fucking love you." Colson chuckles into her hair, making her smile.

Rook and Slim's excitement solidify her idea.

"Let's figure out what we're doing so we can BE OUT!" Colson tells them.

"I'd be jealous too...." She thinks to herself honestly of the Bleta girl before kissing Colson.

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To be continued.....